Why are boys asking me along on a boys' night out?
I think I'm becoming one of the boys. Strange.

5am. Had a pretty good albeit slightly stressful and very question-filled night.

How many nights have you come across that you wished they would never end?

I can't pinpoint any, I'm sure I have had them before, just probably not one for a very, very long time.

Spent a lot of the night smiling.
Sometimes unconsciously and weirdly enough, sometimes consciously.

Two months till I'm back in sunny Kay El.
Two months till I'm all grown up and responsible.

The last two week break worked wonders.
This is to hoping the next unwanted but much needed two months will do the same, if not more.